I look at the road of
hope .. horizon of
chances
I step forward as my
heart beats for the
sunrise of chances
Moving forward
onward
New hope ,new
road … my passage of
life will take the turn
to a wonderful start.
I reach for the sun.. I
raise my head for the
air …l am almost
here .. my passage
my hope
We walk through that path … no regrets only gratitude for the lessons learned ….
My path ,my passage
As I walked through the path of Ray … I am and will always choose happiness balance with kindness .
At times when I am out of focus .. out of my ray .. I will take a deep breath seek inside me .
I am the spark , I am the ray … exude , breath … look up , walk on …
How did we spent our rainy day in Paris ?
Luncheon at Le Jules Verne was an experience to keep .
This restuarant is located at the third floor of the very known Eiffel tower . A classy way of visiting this impressive tower with a private elevator , a receptionist and your own private access to the observatory deck of the tower .
With Chef Frédérick Anton ( has been a 3 stars since 2007) leading the service you would expect nothing but perfection on every cuisine that is served . Both the meal and wine were perfectly thought out .
We had the five course meal with two amuses and glasses of savory rose champagne.
Our food varies from Sea urchin to very tasty smoked lamb .
The dessert was the highlight. It was called ” The chocolate dessert” , the chocolates were presented and made into temperature ( warm and cold ) you must start at the warm chocolate mouse then topped it with the cold chocolate.
This will give you one mouthful of food orgasm…
It is bitter , salty ,hot, sweet and cold or I should say magic ….
We closes our luncheon with a coffee paired with these cute chocolates and sponge orange cakes to nibble.
As the skies cried her heart out .. Two friends enjoys the savory rose champagne at the top of the Eiffel tower .
P.s
My dear friend ended her 50th birthday celebration here with a small complimentary mango sorbet with a handwritten in a thin chocolate sheet “happy 50th birthday Ralla ” by the chef 🙂
To cry and aknowledge our weakness is the moment that we are at our bravest
To love even though it hurts
To sing our soul out even though we are bleeding
To stand with dignity and talk with kindness even though we are misunderstood .
And to smile to the world even it is confusing
To stand and know that no matter what …. YOU are enough , You are wonderful..
Bravery is embracing the imperfectness in you ..
You and I we grow up together
You and I we venture adventures
We cried and laugh
Through joys and sorrow we held each others hand .
You and I may grow and walk on the different path ..But my dear be assured that I will be at corner waiting for you .
You and I will understand each other more than those spoken words
You and I are more than just friends .
You and I are sisters for life
❤️
Giralda Tower and Cathedral
Giralda Tower is one of the iconic tower in Seville. At 104.2 meters or 32 floors it has dominated the skies of Andalusia for 800 years. An impressive Gothic design , it’s beauty does not only radiates outside but as well as inside . After all this is one of the four Unesco Heritage of Seville
JO AND Beth
They have been friends for quite a while now . They have experienced the hardest storms of their lives but still manages to rise up. They are now both enjoying their pension years
My admiration for these two women become more deeper when we have visited Seville ,Spain a couple days ago .
Part of the trip was to explore the Iconic Cathedral and its renown tower . Being a history geek I was very excited to get inside since I have read that Christopher Columbus was buried here . ( that is for later to write about )
The Climb
Jo and Beth roamed around the Cathedral, admiring the gothic / moorish design of walls. Me, being me looked for them and told them to join me to the top of the tower.
None of us have expected that the climb would be so steep.
I went ahead and Edgar the husband of Clair would follow them indiscreet. Beth would just sing a praise song while holding the hands of Jo ..
Jo is a burned survivor. Forty- five percent air capacity of her lungs was damaged during the fire . She has some joints problem too . To be able to climb the Giralda tower would be a great challenge for her. A step at a time …a breath for every rounds she made it holding Beth’s hand .
As they approached the 32nd floor at their own pace tears of joy and contenment flows down into their eyes . While Edgar and myself cheered their conquest!
Reflection
Beth and Jo are the two epitome of women who doesn’t know how to give up . No matter how hard life will treat them they would move ahead at their own paces, carrying the faith within them . It is this faith that gave them hope, the same hope that push them to persevere.
Yes , they have been through the darkest moment of their lives .. but like the climbed that they did in Giraldo Towers they did it at their own pace with faith in their hearts and if things really gets rough they would stop and cry they never questioned God instead they bow down humbly … take a breath and continue with their respective journeys
They have conquered the top , survived the battles now it is time to rejoice, enjoy and be grateful of what life will bring them .
“Courage isn’t having the strength to go on – it is going on when you don’t have strength.”
― Napoleon Bonapart
Special thanks to Edgar who took good care of them
Seventeen years ago I lost my youngest brother due to pancreatitis . He was thirty years old and full of dreams.
His death came unexpected ,his death left a huge hole in my heart . A hole that I have learned to co-exist seventeen years after his gone . Each year stronger than myself I would relived the journey that I have been through , our the last conversations and the emotions.. Seventeen years , I still felt that I have come short as a sister and a friend .Seventeen years.. I still have the “maybe if …I could have .. ”
I have admired the friendship that he have built with his friends seven years after his death Christopher one of the homeboys continue the passion that they all have . He would organize a basketball tournament among group of friends .
This is their way of giving tribute to a friend , brother , playmate .. Every year around this time .. when I would normally shed tears Randall’s cup is born.
Randall’s cup is an ode for my brother .. this is a manisfestion on how he was loved by the people that surrounds him .
At this time of the year . I would look at the pictures of these basketball tournament with a smile in my heart … I would look up thr skies and imagine that He my angel , my benjamin , my brother , my friend is smiling down at us ..
He is gone but never be forgetten .. I will love him till I will see him again
I will always celebrate life
Embrace every moment that comes . I will not wait for tomorrow , today is all that matters .
I will learn to let go of attachments . Accept the fact that everything in this realm of life are borrowed and temporary .
I will love no matter what and I will choose happiness.
Happiness is a choice . It is being grateful on those little moments that matters most . It is the smile of the young man eating his favorite chicken curry ( in his taste pallet this is the most delicious chicken curry in the entire planet 🙂) Or knowing that the children that you have raised knows the importance of Please, Thank you and Sorry.
It is that moment that your child walked into the aisle to recieved his highschool diploma. Or just simply having a good conversation with people that matters while enjoying the sunset .
Happiness is cheap and most of the time it is free . It is at times overlooked by the shimmering things that this world offers .
Look inside you , smile , breath and choose to be happy no matter what the circumtances are .
Today is a better day than yesterday . Today is a day to be grateful for . Today we will find that pulse of joy in our heart
❤️
Our mind will play tricks on us if we just let it flow. Stop ,think take a deep breath.
Look and listen to that tiny voice of positively .. shift that negative thoughts to a happy one .
Our words are like a double edged sword it cuts both ends .. Words that hurt are sometimes difficult to undoen .
Stay still… process your thoughts be concious of words . After all it is not what you have said that matters it is how you have delivered the message .
Be kind , understanding and gentle for we do not know truly the journey of one’s soul …
